It's pouring rain today, echoing off the roof, filling the spaces between conversations in the room. Conversations that center around things that used to be familiar to me. They aren't about art.
When I was in high school the art teacher was a little bit crazy. There were rumors that she picked up road kill and who knows if it was for artistic reasons, image reasons or supper. She also let ferrets lose in the school (on accident) and had a front yard that housed unknown treasures and dangers and items that might do worse than stub an unweary toe.
I wonder if I would have taken art if there were a different teacher. The one MHS has now is awesome. She's young and friendly. She has a lot of cool ideas for projects and really gives a lot of creative license to her students. I'm also not in any of her classes and I have the benifit of a few extra years so maybe I'm looking at this from the other side. I still think it would be cool to take some art classes from her. It'd probably be cool to take some art classes in general.
One more thing for the personal to-do list.